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3: Dear Diary, There is a knothole I front of my house by some trees, so I figured it was a smart idea to puts some gum inside,to try and communicate with the kids. I hope this works. Arthur Radley

4: b Arthur Radley | Dear Diary, Today I put 2 carving dolls of the kids made out of soap in the knothole, but my brother found out I was trying to make connections to the kids and he took it away. Man, I was so upset that was my only chance.

5: Dear diary, Today I realized it is the last day of school, and thought I'd treat the kids to a couple of Indian head pennies. They seemed pretty satisfied and delighted. I wonder if they have any idea who is giving them things. But gosh My feelings were hurt yesterday when I saw Atticus scolding the kids for playing a game, I heard him almost say it was about me. I wish I didn't have this bad reputation. I'm just good guy, looking for no harm. This window in my house is the only thing that is keeping me sane in this world, its my only view for the world. | Arthur Radley

6: This is the watch I put in the knothole.

7: Dear Diary, I haven't laughed that much since before I was locked up. Something about her face and the way she reacted when she realized where she landed in the tire. Not to mention that fact that she tried her hardest to run away right after she got out of the tire. Her brother wouldn't even go in my yard to help her carry it away, instead he yelled from a distance to grab it. Which she ignored with ease, therefore making me laugh even harder. It was a good thing Nathan wasn't there at the moment. He would have rushed out and yelled at the kids for being on his property like some mean old man. Worse yet, he would have yelled at me for laughing at Scout. Telling me that it wasn't safe or something to laugh, and if he was here to say that.

8: I would have believed him. I watched with joy as Scout yelled at her brother and then watch Jem run up to the house, grab the tire and run all the way back to his house. Rolling it with him. It took me a while before I finally stopped smiling because I kept remembering Scouts face as she stepped out of the tire. The face mixed with fear, nausea, and confusion. Arthur Radley

9: Dear Diary, I was watching out the window again. It shouldn't surprise anyone by now. I fantasizing about what a normal childhood would be like. A childhood with a good father. When I was watching the neighborhood this time, though, something was different. I didn't see the three little ones running around. Miss Maudie was in her garden so they weren't with her. Unless something special happened and they were away from home, or in the house but I couldn't imagine why. Then I realized where they were. They were at the side of the house. My house. I closed my eyes and shook my head. When were those kids going to leave me alone! As soon as I thought that I was shaking my head at myself. I didn't want them to leave me alone. They made my life slightly better by giving me things to watch, smile, and laugh at. This time they were trying to push a note through a loose board on a window. No doubt the note was for me. The strange thing about the whole thing was they were too scared to push the note through with their hands.

10: Which would have been more effective none the less. They decided that they would use a fishing pole to stick the note through. I would have liked to read the note, it was probably better than some of the books in the house. They didn't get it through, though, due to the fact that their father came and broke up their little plan. Arthur Radley

11: Dear diary, It was definitely one of the creepier nights I've ever seen. There was something weird about it. I soon found out what it was. I watched with panic filled eyes as Jem and Scout made their way home from the town Halloween party. They were stopped in front of my house. Which was weird in itself due to the fact they normally run past it. I was watching anxiously as I saw a shadow creep up behind them in the dark. My eyes had gotten wide and my mouth ajar. I wasn't stupid, I had heard about the trials and I knew that Atticus had made a fool out of Bob Ewell in front of the whole town. To go this low, though? Trying to kill little children. This had to be stopped. I saw him go after Scout, but it looked like her costume had saved her from getting cut. Jem was wrestling him at the moment I looked down to see what I could find to stop him. I didn't care about Nathan in the next room. I didn't care that he would be furious if I came out of my house and kill a man. Then again he never cared much for children. I heard a cracking sound and looked up to see Jem fall to the ground clearly unconscious. I ran outside with my kitchen knife and didn't think twice about it. I jammed it up into his heart. He fell down, clearly dead. I leaned against the tree. Surprised that I had actually killed someone. I was always trying to help people not hurt them. I started breathing heavy and sweating. Next thing I knew I was in Atticus Finch's house in a small room on the second floor. It had to be Jems room. I was leaning against the corner of the room. Trying to stay out of every ones way. I was still sweating. I was afraid I was going to go to jail again.

12: I couldn't go back to that courthouse. I refused. The words the people in the room were saying didn't comprehend in my mind. The only thing that was, was the fact that I had just killed a man. Somehow, I was addressed, by Scout. Finally noticing it was me. Boo Radley. Most people who actually see me, know my nickname but have always called me by my real name out of curiosity but she didn't. Looked into my eyes and sad "Hey Boo" like we had been best friends our whole lives. More talking was involved then slowly people started leaving. Scout and I stayed in the room examining Jem for ourselves. I knew he was going to be fine, and I think Scout did now too. That evening ended by Scout escorting me home arm in arm. Like she was the adult and I was the child. Who would have thought that the little girl that was terrified to even go near my house before. Was now brave enough to walk with me, touching, to my house. Only one possible explanation could have come from that. She grew up. Boo Radley